Red Geraniums
She used second-hand water
Water that had first been used to scrub vegetables
or rinse the dishes
And poured it over her red geraniums with loving hands
Waste not, want not...was her motto
In offering such hand-me-downs to her flowers
They cared not
For her own apron was a hand-me-down
Made from a worn-out shirt,...
and simply told
that she had learned to cherish what life gives:
even the smallest things, had value....
Her flowers seemed to know her gentle way, her tender touch...
You half expected that when she turned away
the flowers would leave their place to follow her,
the way the kittens followed from the barn
when she came up from milking the cows
There may be other languages of love
But these stubborn red geraniums would not die....they simply bloomed brighter
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